why have one if you can have two?
(Bed-time routine with your two sexy boyfriends 🤤)
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⊹ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : park jimin x reader x jeon jungkook (poly relationship)
⊹ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : heavy smut, absolute sensory overload, possessive/greedy bf hours
⊹ 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : sharing you, impatient boyfriends, bratty/jealous jungkook, boy x boy kissings
⊹ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : explicit language, rough making out, needy groaning, grinding under silk sheets, overstimulation, jimin and jungkook kissing right in front of you, absolute unadulterated praise, high-key exhibitionism.
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After a long day you crawl onto the mattress, your bones aching with exhaustion as you pull the heavy duvet up to your chest.
Jimin is already lying down, propped up against a mountain of black pillows. He’s completely shirtless, his smooth skin gleaming under the purple light, his thick silver rings catching the faint glow every time his hand moves. His messy, platinum-blonde hair falls softly over his forehead, his hooded eyes following your every movement with a dangerous, cat-like hunger.
"Ugh, I'm so tired," you groan softly, letting your head sink back into the mattress, your eyelids fluttering shut. "My whole body feels like lead."
Jimin lets out a chuckle. He doesn't say a word. Instead, his smooth body slides across the sheets, his warm weight instantly bracketing you as he hovers over your frame. His hands slide up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones before his plump, glistening lips drop down onto yours.
The kiss is sweet at first, a comforting pressure that aims to soothe your exhaustion. But within seconds, his grip on your face tightens, his tongue sliding past your lips with a heavy stroke that makes your breath catch.
From the open en-suite bathroom across the room, the faint hum of an electric toothbrush suddenly cuts off.
A loud, wet spit echoes against the porcelain sink, followed by the hurried clatter of a toothbrush hitting the holder. Jungkook stands in the doorway. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, his tatted arms crossing over his bare, sculpted chest. His dark eyes are narrowed, a thick scowl settling on his handsome face as he watches Jimin completely devour your mouth under the violet lights.
"Hey! Are you serious right now?" Jungkook huffs with jealousy. He takes a heavy step into the bedroom, wiping his mouth with the back of his tatted hand. "You guys started without me? "
A muffled giggle escapes your lips against Jimin’s mouth, your hands reaching up to grip Jimin’s bare shoulders.
Jimin breaks the kiss for a fraction of a second, his lips slick and shining as he glances over his shoulder at the younger boy. A mischievous smirk dances on Jimin’s face. "Then hurry up, Jungkookie. You're too slow."
Without waiting another second, Jimin drops his head back down, his mouth crashing into yours with even more urgency. His hands slide down your neck, his fingers twisting into the collar of your oversized shirt, hauling your body flush against his chest. You let out a soft, helpless moan into his throat, your hips instinctively arching up as his thumb rubs a punishing circle right over your hip bone.
Suddenly, the mattress dips violently. Jungkook crawls over the sheets like a predator, his large, veiny hands grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs apart so he can wedge his body right between them. He crowds into your space, his face flushed and his breath smelling faintly of mint as he stares down at you with dark pupils.
"My turn," Jungkook growls.
He leans down, his mouth aggressively capturing yours the exact moment Jimin pulls back to give him room. Jungkook’s kiss is entirely different. It's dominant, demanding, and thick with a desperate need to catch up. His wet tongue plunges deep into your throatm At the same time, Jimin doesn't leave your side; his plump lips trail down your jawline, his teeth biting down sharply on the skin right beneath your ear, making you whine out loud from the dual assault on your senses.
You are completely pinned beneath them, your hands desperately gripping Jungkook’s biceps while Jimin’s soft fingers tangle in your hair.
Jungkook breaks the kiss for a split second, but instead of diving back down to you, Jungkook’s dark eyes flick up to look at Jimin, who is still kissing his way down your collarbone.
"Hyung," Jungkook rasps, his breath hitching.
Jimin stops, lifting his head. His hooded, dark eyes lock onto Jungkook’s face. There is a silent, heavy understanding that passes between them in the purple dusk of the bedroom—a shared, possessive greed over the person lying beneath them.
Right before your eyes, Jimin shifts his weight, his hand reaching up to grip the back of Jungkook’s neck, his silver rings burying into the dark curls at the nape of the younger boy's head. Jungkook doesn't hesitate for a single fraction of a second. He leans forward, and their lips smash together right above your chest.
Your breath completely hitches in your throat, a violent, blinding rush of liquid heat pooling between your thighs at the view.
Seeing your two gorgeous boyfriends aggressively making out right in front of your face is an absolute sensory overload. Jungkook’s jaw works roughly as he tilts his head, his plump lips molding against Jimin’s with a messy ferocity. Jimin lets out a soft, high-pitched whimper into the kiss, his eyes closing completely as Jungkook’s large hand slides up to grip Jimin’s throat, anchoring him into the kiss. wet sound of their tongues sliding together echoes loudly in the quiet room, a thin trail of spit running down Jungkook’s chin as he dominates his hyung’s mouth.
You stare up at them, completely turned on, your chest rising and falling in rapid pants as you watch the muscles in Jungkook’s back ripple, his tattoos shifting under the neon glow while Jimin’s fingers dig desperately into Jungkook’s bare shoulders.
"Ah... fuck," you whimper out loud, your fingers digging into the silk sheets as a heavy, throb cuts through your core just from watching them.
Jungkook breaks the kiss with a loud, wet smack, both of them breathing heavily, their lips slick and glistening under the purple lights. He looks down at you, a wicked, completely crazed smirk spreading across his face as he notices your flushed, ruined expression.
"Look at how turned on she is just from watching us, hyung," Jungkook whispers hoarsely, his hand sliding down from Jimin’s throat to grip your thigh, squeezing the flesh with a bruising intensity.
Jimin looks down at you too, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips parted as he lets out a breathy, dark chuckle. "So bad, love. Wanting both of us at the same time."
Jimin slides back down, his mouth finding your left ear while Jungkook hovers directly over your mouth, his hard length pressing heavily against your core through his gray sweatpants.
"You're not going to sleep for a long time, angel," Jungkook promises against your lips, his tongue sliding out to lick your lower lip before plunging back inside.
You are entirely trapped under the crushing, beautiful weight of them, your skin tingling everywhere their bare skin rubs against yours under the dark violet glow.
Jungkook’s tongue continues to ruthlessly dominate your mouth, his large hand sliding up your inner thigh, dragging the hem of your shirt all the way past your hips. You let out a muffled whimper against his lips as his rough, tatted fingers touch the lace of your underwear, finding you completely soaked, dripping straight through the thin fabric.
"Look at how wet you are," Jungkook growls, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second just to stare down at your ruined face. His dark eyes are entirely blown out, dark and ravenous. "Just from watching your boys kiss. You're such a little exhibitionist, aren't you, angel?"
"Please, Kook-ah—" you gasp, your hips instinctively twitching upward, begging for the friction, but he holds you down effortlessly with his body weight.
Before you can even breathe, Jimin’s hands slide underneath your lower back, his smaller, ring-clad fingers digging firmly into your flesh as he lifts your hips off the mattress with surprising strength. He crowds himself beneath your legs, his swollen, slick lips pressing burning kisses along the inside of your thigh, moving closer and closer to your aching core.
"Let me taste how bad you want us," Jimin murmurs against your skin, his hot breath making your entire body shiver. With a smooth, practiced movement, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding the lace down your legs and tossing it somewhere onto the floor.
You let out a loud, uninhibited cry as Jimin’s tongue instantly makes contact with your wet slit, lapping up your sweet release with long, heavy strokes. The sensory overload is paralyzing—Jungkook is hovering directly over your chest, his large hands anchoring your wrists against the black pillows, while Jimin is entirely buried between your thighs, devouring you with an agonizing, expert rhythm.
"Ah! Jimin, oh my god," you sob, your head rolling back as your back arches completely off the bed. Your walls are pulsing violently, already hovering right on the edge of a massive climax.
"Don't close your eyes," Jungkook commands, his voice dropping into a rough, authoritative baritone that leaves absolutely no room for disobedience. He leans down, his sharp jawline brushing against your cheek as his lips press right against your ear. "Keep your eyes open, angel. Look at me while hyung makes you come."
You force your heavy eyelids open, your vision completely blurred with tears of pure pleasure. Jungkook is staring right down into your soul, a dark, possessive smirk curling his lips as he watches your face completely unravel. He reaches one tatted hand down, his long fingers finding his own waistband and pulling his thick, rock-hard erection free from his gray sweatpants. He doesn't slide inside you yet; instead, he rests the heavy, twitching head of his length right against your lower belly, rubbing it against your skin, completely branding you with his heat.
Between your legs, Jimin increases the pace, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing it with a heavy, crushing pressure while his tongue continues to lick you clean. The wet, slapping sounds of his mouth against your skin echo loudly in the quiet bedroom, mixing with your breathless, high-pitched whimpers.
"I'm gonna come—I'm coming," you wail, your fingers clawing desperately at the sheets as the tension in your lower stomach tightens into a knot.
"Take it, love. Come all over his tongue," Jungkook whispers hoarsely, his mouth crashing back down onto yours to catch your loud scream as your body finally breaks.
A violent, wall-shaking orgasm rips through your frame. Your inner muscles clamp down in tight, frantic pulses, your release pouring out over Jimin’s mouth. You squirm wildly under the heavy duvet, but Jungkook holds you completely still, his tongue deep in your mouth, drinking in your breathless moans until your hips finally stop shaking.
Jimin slowly pulls away, panting heavily as he sits up on his knees. His lips are glistening, completely drenched in your slick fluids under the neon light. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a lazy, incredibly satisfied smile dimpling his cheeks as he looks up at Jungkook.
"She's so tight tonight, Kook," Jimin pants, his voice a dark, breathy purr. "So ready for you."
Jungkook lets out a low, ragged growl, his patience completely evaporating. He releases your wrists, his large hands immediately grabbing your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin to anchor you against the mattress. He lines himself up with your dripping center, his dark eyes locking onto yours one last time.
"My turn to ruin you, angel," he promises softly.
With one heavy, brutal shove, Jungkook buries his entire, thick length inside you in one deep stroke.Your head cracks back into the plush pillows, a broken, high-pitched wail ripping from your throat as Jungkook's full length stretches you open. He stays completely still for a few agonizing seconds, buried as deep as he can possibly go, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder as his chest heaves against yours. His tatted fingers are white-knuckled where they're dug into your hips, anchoring you to the mattress while your overwrought muscles spasm frantically around him, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him.
"F-fuck," Jungkook groans into your neck, a raw, ragged sound that vibrates straight through your bones. His skin is slick with sweat now, burning hot everywhere it presses against you. "You're so tight, angel. Squeezing me so fucking hard."
Before your brain can even process the fullness of him, Jimin moves. He crawls back up the bed, his smooth body sliding along your left side like a warm velvet shadow. He doesn't let you rest for even a second. His silver rings click together as his hand grips your jaw, tilting your head to the side so he can crash his mouth over yours, sucking your tongue deep into his mouth to catch your breathless, sobbing gasps.
Jimin's tongue is thick and wet, tasting faintly of you and his own heavy lust. He devours your mouth with a lazy, possessive rhythm that completely distracts you from the lower half of your body—until Jungkook suddenly pulls back to his tips and rams right back inside you.
A muffled scream gets lost inside Jimin’s throat.
Jungkook starts moving in earnest now, his pace brutal, heavy, and completely unyielding. The loud, wet slap of his bare thighs crashing against your bottom echoes sharply under the neon lights, a rhythmic, dirty soundtrack to the way they’re systematically taking you apart. He’s driving up into you at a devastating angle, hitting your sweet spot with every single piston-like thrust until your vision goes entirely fuzzy, stars bursting behind your eyelids.
"Mmh, look at her," Jimin pants, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second to swipe his thumb across your wet, swollen lower lip. His hooded eyes are completely dark, tracking the way your head rolls from side to side in pure overstimulation. "She's losing her mind, Jungkookie. Look at how pretty she looks when she's completely ruined."
Jungkook lets out a dark, breathless chuckle, never slowing down his frantic pace. He reaches one massive, tattooed hand up, his fingers tangling roughly in your hair to pull your head back, forcing you to look up at him through your tear-filled eyes.
"I see her, hyung," Jungkook rasps, a bead of sweat dripping from his sharp jawline straight onto your collarbone. He pushes deeper, his hips grinding hard against yours, burying himself so far inside that your breath catches completely. "She's ours. Every single drop of her."
The dual friction of Jungkook’s heavy, driving thrusts and Jimin’s soft, ringed fingers relentlessly pinching and rubbing your swollen clit is too much. You are caught in a lethal crossfire of absolute pleasure, your hands clawing blindly at Jungkook's muscled back, your fingernails leaving light red scratches across his tatted shoulders.
"J-Jungkook—Jimin, please, I can't," you sob out, your voice cracking as your inner walls clamp down around Jungkook like a vice, signaling that you're right on the precipice of your second climax. "I'm gonna break, it's too much—"
"Don't you dare close your eyes," Jungkook growls, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly dominant, low register that commands absolute obedience. He delivers three quick, deep, punishing thrusts that have you crying out loud. "Look at your boyfriends. Come for us, angel."
You look up, your chest heaving in shallow, frantic pants, and right above you, Jimin leans in to capture Jungkook’s lips once more.
Watching them share another wet, messy kiss while Jungkook is literally bottoming out inside your core is the final, devastating trigger. Your body completely gives out. A massive, white-hot orgasm rips through your entire frame, your inner muscles convulsing violently, clamping around Jungkook's length in tight, rhythmic, crushing waves. You wail into the empty room, your head tossing back as your release floods between your thighs.
The sensation of your slick walls squeezing him through your climax pushes Jungkook completely over his own edge.
He lets out a loud, feral groan into Jimin’s mouth, breaking the kiss as he delivers one final, deep, desperate ram. He freezes, burying himself to the absolute hilt inside you as his own body goes rigid, his tatted shoulders tensing as he pumps his warm, thick release deep inside your womb, filling you completely.
The bedroom falls into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of three pairs of lungs gasping for air under the hazy violet glow.
Slowly, Jungkook collapses his heavy weight onto your chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he lets out a long, shaky sigh. Jimin slides down right beside you, his warm arm draping over your waist as he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your wet cheek, his fingers gently smoothing your tangled hair away from your forehead.
"Good girl," Jimin whispers hoarsely, his voice filled with an overwhelming, soft fondness as he pulls the heavy silk duvet over all three of your tangled, sweat-slicked bodies. "Go to sleep now, love. We've got you."
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⊹ 𝐚/𝐧 : OMG CHILLSSS literally had a dream bout them last night n it was EXACTLY like this jdshfkshf i am so OBSESSED w them both kissing right in front of y/n face likeee excuse me pls let me wake up in that bed tomorrow morning.
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